BICURY Lyrics – Daylyt

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[Verse]

Collard greens helped a lot of dreams
Hip-hop savior I shell but don't see/sea the policy
The policy is a lot of keys to unlock what they adore/a-door
Inside a room filled with a lot of trees
I stick to what God said, I don't try to leave
Be fruitful as a promised deed
The Garden of Eden tying the plot of Eve
Hold a lot of demons
Put them in Hell/inhale yet I ain't try to breathe
And since I retrieve
Lead/led to a plot of war still wouldn't help your buzz
I'm not appeased/a peas, devils I'll box you all without wallabies
It's not as eased to jot as Jesus
Never shake hands with those who show with rotten sleeves
They Harlem Globetrotter, trick-shotting dishonesty
The problem be a mourning/morning in time of grieving
Get by the evening, odd or even
Back to the block play, who gon' try the defense?
Deep in pot of steaming; hard rock
Whipping up lot of fiends
Gas cut, so a halfway rock
The pot look like cottage cheese
So I try to freeze it, breaking down powder push
Just to hop my G's up
White boy evil, we sold the block to Frieza crop
The cream of the crop just to rock the team up
Glocks and beamers inside the Beamer
Lockers, guard fighting for his life
But we ain't cop (??)
Cop a key, proper wrap/rap dry
State to state clock of teasers
Time running shorter
Known with a Rolex, that's an awkward feature
This the s*it the block would teach us
Money or clout, buzzing can't stop the leeches
Haters come out the bleachers
They out for preachers; pastors; family car wash pot and deacons
The doubting deepens
You found him/youth fountain leaking, heal/hill like a mountain peaking
Down the creek, frowned and reeking
Your inner geek profound to speaking
Surrounded by a town of cheating
Glock gave him side holes/side hoes but no sound of freaking
Pound to keep it tucked in the waist
This place is a town beacon without a bird mouth
103rd house, shots ring you down you leaking
Ground you sleep in town, knew you for pounds you keeping
Cops raid you; surround you; canine hound you frequent
Law they lay it down, but peep this
Breaching for feds the home of adrenochrome
Subpoena home, Silk Road is the penal code
But now I'm speaking style where we sit
Blooded like FEMA code/cold
Dump the Nina but don't get s*it, the prenup bowl
Broken house got me thugging
My crown is weakened by all this beef I'm faking
And GMO that's the G I'm on
Ouija board just to free the soul
The clouds is breeching out of reaches
Lead ya with every sub, fingerprints clean a poll
Prowling steepens
Eagle/he go high, eagle/he go low
Body down the creek is drowned and reeking
Must recover the ID profile; the features
The sound of detours, wrong way
Could be a long day, you Al B. Sures have been outted recent
Bar back by the bar, they say my style the precent
Light/Lyt came in and out to reset
Right under my wing is where you bow to be sent
The best to ever live before an album he just
In a space with you coward; rejects
This how I renown my respect
Go